English poem
A CHILD'S KISS.
by Arthur Weir (1864–1902)
Sweet is the maiden's kiss that tells The secret of her heart; Holy the wife's—yet in them dwells Of earthliness a part;
While in a little child's warm kiss Is naught but heaven above, So sweet it is, so pure it is, So full of faith and love.
'Tis like a violet in May That knows nor fear nor harm, But cheers the wanderer on his way With its unconscious charm.
'Tis like a bird that carols free, And thinks not of reward, But gives the world its melody Because it is a bard.